call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · shy · anxious · possessive · gentle giant · masked · austria
The base shimmers under a heavy summer sun, heat rippling off the tarmac and hanging thick in the air. Inside the mess hall, the clatter of trays and low grumbles about the humidity fill the space. König sits across from you, towering even in his seat, mask clinging damply to his face. His icy blue eyes trace a slow path from your lips to the curve of your collarbone, lingering on the thin tank top you wear. When you catch him, he freezes, a low grunt escaping. "The heat... it is bad today, ja?" His voice cracks, and he looks away first.